(I have been summoneddddddddd~~~)
(Also, introducing some new faces from a familiar place and time—)
A tall male figurine walked into the tavern, heading silently towards the bar. They had features which were quite stunning; a pair of glittering sapphire blue eyes, a crisp yet elegantly straight hairstyle colored natural black, a moderately sized pair of navy to glass blue colored curled and twisted dragon-like horns coming out of his head, polite and gentle actions, a slight glint of friendliness in his eyes, and healthy and pale skin. He had a white T-shirt on, covered with a navy jacket with golden lapels, and a navy pair of jeans.
”A glass of Scotch please, very cold, preferably” the man said to the Barkeep as he sat down with a small smile.
Barkeep set down a glass of scotch in front of him. “Name and story if you will.”
"I have no office, and the marks are from me picking fights." He knocked down whatever the barkeep had given him, which sent a chill down his spine. "Fights that I've won." He glanced up whenever a new person entered the bar, seeming a little uneasy at the sight of a demon, but keeping himself in his seat.
“Interesting,” Barkeep mused. “I have no doubt that you won your fights but you don’t report to heaven? You don’t look fallen.” He was able to figure out most of his patron’s species simply by looking at them. It wasn’t hard to distinguish a proper angel from a fallen one.
”Ichika Kyoshun, former Knight of the Soul Labyrinth, a Chaos Aura Mage, a Phantom, current job is working as an officer for the Multiverse Special Forces as a legal bounty hunter, working under the code name of ‘Sapphire’” the man introduced himself just barely, leaving a lot up to speculations or questions which might pop up from the things he said. He took a sip of the drink, set the glass down, and went plainly:
”That’s damn concentrated alright”
“Ooh, I know a few phantoms. No mask?” Sure it was a while ago but he could’ve sworn that he had met a pair of Phantoms in the tavern who kept their faces hidden.
The former Knight smiled before hovering his hand in front of his face, creating a sharp, metallic blue mask shaped like a dragon’s helm. The mask looked quite rusty and worn down, most likely through time. The man soon hovered his hand over it again, causing the mask to disappear.
”All Phantom Knights are assigned a mask, it’s only a matter of choice for a selected few if they’re gonna wear them or not. Perhaps some just like to keep their identities hidden. I don’t need to do that ‘cause my current job requires everything but coverups” the man shrugged when he said the last part, laughing a bit at his own inside joke.
“Ah, I understand. After I met the phantoms previously I intended to do some research but things got out of hand.” He sighed and poured himself a glass of silvery liquid.
The demon eyed the strange soldier. He was quite handsome, but seemed a bit out of his league. And that was saying something considering his ego. The disguise Ichika wore was quite beautiful though.
The kid laughed slightly, his eyes kind of wandering aimlessly around the area before he responded. "I would like a glass of water thank you," he nodded to the barkeeper finally. Something seemed to be distracting to him, but it wasn't apparent as to what.
I don't think we should be here.
You never think we should be anywhere. But I will humor you. Why?
Have you seen some of the people here? They might try to kill you. And you know that if you-
-Die then you die, I know. You have only said that about sixteen million seven hundred and thirty nine times now.
(More on this in a little bit.)
There was also the child that was being allowed in. He was quite interesting as well. What really interested him was the other's eyes: a similar tone to his own. They contrasted a bit otherwise, his dark hair instead of white, and their clothes were on the opposite sides of the spectrum of casual to formal.
There was an aura about him as well. Something that interested him even further.
"I have no office, and the marks are from me picking fights." He knocked down whatever the barkeep had given him, which sent a chill down his spine. "Fights that I've won." He glanced up whenever a new person entered the bar, seeming a little uneasy at the sight of a demon, but keeping himself in his seat.
“Interesting,” Barkeep mused. “I have no doubt that you won your fights but you don’t report to heaven? You don’t look fallen.” He was able to figure out most of his patron’s species simply by looking at them. It wasn’t hard to distinguish a proper angel from a fallen one.
Nathaniel shook his head. "I'm fallen and I'm not at the same time. I crippled my wings when I was younger, so I had to leave. Flightless angels are of no use to them." He sighed, looking a little bit bitter and frustrated, but that was to be expected. Besides, he'd had years to be bitter. Of course those feelings would linger.
(AW I THOUGHT THIS WAS BEAU)
(Ah is this an older version of the Nathaniel that I know from the Lunch with Demons RP?)
"That's a new one. I have a…friend who's fallen but she still has her wings. I would never want to work in heaven what with all the righteousness and corruption." Perhaps he was biased.
(Yep!)
"I agree, honestly… but when I was younger, I didn't feel the same. I was pretty little when I was kicked out, so all I really wanted was to go back home. Surprised I'm still alive at this point, honestly. Do you have any more of the… uh…" He glanced down at his empty glass. "Whatever you gave me?"
"Of course." He poured Nathaniel another glass. "I was kicked out when I was little too. Damned if you do, damned if you don't kinda situation."
Nathaniel nodded and thanked the barkeep, deciding to sip this glass. "Mhmm… I'm glad I'm not there anymore, but it was so difficult trying to stay alive… I was only nine when I got kicked out. I barely had any survival skills other than some battle training that's mandatory for angels. Well… I suppose I was a tiny bit ahead of the game considering I was training to be a soldier, but still."
(Oh this! I’ll probably drop a character n.)
(I might change characters seeing as I used my demon boi because I thought Caustic was using a character I rped with before haha)
(I mean, you can still use the same one if you want lol)
(Ah but if you keep your demon here you will meet another.)
The kid tipped his head to the side as he took a sip of his water. "Excuse me, sir, I noticed that you have taken an interest in me. Is there something I can help you with?" he turned to look at the demon figure sitting not far from him.
( @Painted-Iris-is-on-break! Or I could casually switch out characters)
(Caustic you don't have to do that.)
(I'll stick with who I have then seeing the new circumstance)
(Ah but if you keep your demon here you will meet another.)
The kid tipped his head to the side as he took a sip of his water. "Excuse me, sir, I noticed that you have taken an interest in me. Is there something I can help you with?" he turned to look at the demon figure sitting not far from him.
"Your aura," he stated plainly before taking a sip of his drink. As the bartender had said, it indeed did sting, but the demon was okay with the pain.
"It's very familiar. I'm assuming you aren't as you appear, hm?" the older seemimg male asked. He raised a brow while making gestures as he spoke.
"You would be correct in that assumption," the kid turned fully so he could look at the demon figure completely. "For the most part."
Why are you engaging in conversation with a demon??!!
Why do I engage in conversation with you?
Because ya don't really have a choice.
Well would you rather me be rude to this gentleman and risk getting into a fight?
….. No I guess not. But I still don't think you should be so willing to be friends with everyone you meet.
I am always willing to make friends because, while most of the time they do no good for me, they can do good for others and that is enough for me.
“Ah, I understand. After I met the phantoms previously I intended to do some research but things got out of hand.” He sighed and poured himself a glass of silvery liquid.
”What can I say? Everything gets out of hand when you’re dealing with Phantoms and their behaviors” the man shrugged, giving himself another chuck of the drink.
”By the way, about the two Phantoms you met before, you remember their names or what they look liked? Perhaps their masks, if you will?” the man asked with a raised eyebrow. His face was reddened, the alcohol was clearly affecting him by this point.
"You would be correct in that assumption," the kid turned fully so he could look at the demon figure completely. "For the most part."
Why are you engaging in conversation with a demon??!!
Why do I engage in conversation with you?
Because ya don't really have a choice.
Well would you rather me be rude to this gentleman and risk getting into a fight?
….. No I guess not. But I still don't think you should be so willing to be friends with everyone you meet.
I am always willing to make friends because, while most of the time they do no good for me, they can do good for others and that is enough for me.
Axtin hummed, even more curious about this stranger. He had never seen anyone like him. The aura he possessed was familiar but appearance wise…? He seemed almost normal. Watching the boy's expressions shift, the demon looked at him curiously. "What's your name kid?"
"One had a smirking silver mask and his name was Lucas. The other went by Josiah and his mask looked shocked," Barkeep reminisced. "They were great customers and good people."
